Merry Christmas to all Goose Girl fans out there. There aren't many fics for you and I wrote this one earlier in the week when I was rereading The Goose Girl. I thought, I should post this. So, here is your Christmas present from me, to you.

"Yes, I would. But you wouldn't have to—show—me anything."

(page 322—The Goose Girl)

We were around the campfire. The time was dire, but we still managed to stay calm and have our usual nighttime story; even with the threat of war hanging over their heads.

I was finishing the story of why Bayern men take their women to war. "I never understood that story," he whispered. "If I saw all those women—I'd want to hide."

"It's about fighting for what's most valuable," I said. I raised my eyebrows teasingly. "Wouldn't you want to fight for me, Finn?"

"Yes, I would. But you wouldn't have to—show—me anything."

I hadn't expected him to actually answer. I couldn't speak. He reached out and touched my fingers with his own and I smiled at him, his face glowing red in the light of the fire, or maybe from a blush, I couldn't tell.

Later that night, after Isi had made her speech to inspire us and warn us against fighting (which we ignored) I ended up sleeping near Finn. He was on one side, Isi on the other.

I couldn't sleep. I turned onto my side to see that his eyes were also shining in the darkness. "Did you mean it?" I asked him. I didn't have to elaborate. He knew exactly what I meant.

"Yeah," he whispered, blushing. I smiled and grabbed his fingers in my own. I gave them a gentle squeeze. He squeezed back before releasing my hand. I fell asleep, a smile still lingering on my lips, my hand still stretching towards him, as if reaching out to him, even in sleep.

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